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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

VBT: How Not to Train Your Zombie

HOW
NOT TO TRAIN A ZOMBIE!!

by
Annie Rachel Cole

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BLURB:

How does a
thirteen-year old become the most popular kid in 8th grade? He trains
a zombie to be a pet... And that's exactly what Max Taylor plans to
do, even if he had to lie, steal, and lose his best friend in the
process.

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Excerpt
One:

“That’s
not only the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard, but it’ll get us in
all sorts of trouble.” Chad’s nasally baritone voice blasted its
way through the crowded hallway. Only the clanks of locker doors
slamming shut were louder, but not by much.

Up and
down the hallway, students turned and stared at Chad and Max. Some
pointed and laughed, but most just ignored them as if they didn’t
exist.

“Sheesh!
Can you talk a little louder? I don’t think they heard you in the
band hall.” Max’s face turned several shades redder than the
lockers lining the wall. This wasn’t exactly the kind of attention
he wanted, especially not after yesterday’s Career Fair. How his
mom found out about it, was beyond him. He had thrown away the first
flyer asking for volunteers to speak to his class about their careers
over a month ago, and he made sure to throw away every flyer he had
gotten since then.

But
somehow she found out.

And
yesterday, she showed up in a bright pink flower shirt and her
overalls and talked to the class about the joys of being a gardener.
Max wanted to die. Gardening wasn’t even her career. It was her
hobby! And everyone knew it. And then his mom singled him out when
she left. Shaking hands would have been okay, but is that what his
mom did?

Oh no!

She
hugged him in front of the whole class. Even having Eddy Pratt’s
dad talk about being a zombie exterminator couldn’t erase the
embarrassment and humiliation Max endured the rest of the day.

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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:

I
live in Texas with my husband, son, and two cats who think they run
the place. I read, write, play Texas Hold’em poker (I'm actually
part of a local league), and occasionally I compete in BBQ
competitions with my husband. Our team name is Outcast Cookers. I
also teach in a public school.

Oh parents...born to humiliate their offspring! Lol...as for your question Annie...I love both! Night of the Living Dead types may be a bit less...developed? as characters, but they mean different things. I'm FAR more worried about incarnations like in The Walking Dead and the modern Dawn of the Dead...freaking SCARY!